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September 11, 2001

flames in 
the 
   sky
      told
  the
    story
a massive attack
   and thousands 
meet their end
   we live on a small
blue orb
      suspended in space
Yet, we still fight 
   we still kill
  over different beliefs 
over different coloration 
 Yes, the shadow fell
on New York that 
  day
bitter tears 
    for the dead
bitter tears for many
of those who survived
   mangled and distorted 
lives
     an unreal scene
  like so many 
others in history
   September, 11 2001
Eyes
     look up at
 the sun and moon
   where are the 
answers?
    Like the mighty 
ocean as it swallows 
   up ships
Our world was
   shattered
Hope
   Hope
      Hope!
must rise again
   and perhaps, then
young eyes 
   will see a bright dawn,instead
of a blood red one

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